>"Just how do you plan on stopping this from happening, Captain?" asked
Cyrus, >the spokesperson.
>"I am investigating issues like this under direct orders from the
>Commander-In-Chief. I am speaking to multiple witnesses who have given
similar >accounts. The more information I get the more indisputable evidence
I have. I >will return to the CinC and request action be taken. If you don't
help me it's >that weak of a case and more people get the Mind Ripper... and
that does
>NOT need to happen. I also believe you will help yourselves."
"Good luck. You are going to need it." Cyrus answered.
"Actually..." he looked around the room, "I think it is you 3 who need the
luck." He turned to the quieter one, "Simon-what happened to you with the
MAGS..tell me your story." He was obviously interested.
Cyrus gave Simon a stern look. Simon returned it.
"On a raid I was captured. They interrogated me for days. Brutal
interrogations. Then it all stopped. After the last interrogation I was
unconscious for day, maybe two. They were letting me heal, I guess. I was
conscious for two days, thinking that the worse was over when it happened.
The box. I was in there from what I am told was about 18 hours, but it felt
like weeks. The experience was undescribable. The pain was intense, like
being shot, lit on fire, and cut all at the same time. The probing of my
memories, reliving those memories was the worst part, as it only maid the
already unbearable pain all the more intense." I was allowed to return to
my cell, and recover for a few days then I was released. It it were not for
some of our people, former Starfleet, I would not be here today. But the
effects still haunt me."
David could sense the pain and anguish in the man's voice and body language.
He was being completely honest in his answers. The after effects from his
torment were still visable in the nervous twitching cold sweat. David had
those same symptoms when he dwelled too much on his time with the box.
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